A heretical cultivator in Bureau 749, I'm the fiercest at pulling out tendons and skinning peop

The burly man looked down at him as if he were a wild rabbit that had accidentally wandered into a trap.

Li Si's calves began to feel weak.

The big man didn't speak, but simply raised one hand and pointed to the depths of the alley, signaling Li Si to go there.

The gesture was casual, like chasing away a stray dog ​​blocking the way.

Li Si did not move.

It's not that I don't want to move, it's that my legs won't obey me.

Seeing that he didn't move, the big man didn't waste any words and directly stretched out his fan-like hand and pressed it down on Li Si's head.

The hand was large and thick, and its five fingers were like five iron hoops, firmly gripping Li Si's skull.

The force wasn't great, but the meaning was clear—if you don't go, this slap won't hold back.

Li Si felt like his head was an egg in that hand; if the other person exerted even a little force, "snap," they could squeeze his brains out.

He wisely took a step forward.

His head was pressed down by that large hand, and he was led step by step into the depths of the alley.

The further you go in, the dimmer the light becomes, and the colder the air gets.

Strange marks, like claw marks, began to appear on the walls on both sides.

At the end of the alley is a small open space, about ten square meters.

The surrounding area was surrounded by high walls covered with dark green moss, and there were puddles on the ground reflecting the last rays of light from the sky.

The open space was filled with people.

No, it's not a person.

It's a monster.

All sorts of monsters.

Some have long tails, some are covered in scales, and some have bat-like wings spread out on their backs.

An uninformed person would probably think they were a group of cosplayers.

They stood or squatted, leaned against the wall or sat in the corner, but all eyes were fixed on Li Si.

No one speaks.

No demon made a sound.

Only those green eyes watched him silently in the darkness, like a pack of wolves eyeing prey that had fallen into a trap.

Li Si was pushed into the center of the open space, and then the large hand that had been pressing on his head was released.

He staggered, steadied himself, looked around, and felt like a piece of meat bone thrown into a pack of wolves.

He swallowed hard, making a gurgling sound that was particularly clear in the quiet alley.

No one speaks.

The monsters just stared at him without making a move or saying a word.

That silence was more terrifying than any threat, like an invisible knife hanging over his neck, slowly, bit by bit, pressing down on him.

Sweat began to bead on Li Si's forehead. The sweat slid down his cheeks and dripped onto the ground with a soft "plop" sound.

He didn't know how much time had passed; it could have been a minute or five minutes.

The monsters surrounding him suddenly moved.

As if receiving some unseen command, they all stepped aside in unison, making way for each other.

The passage was narrow, barely wide enough for two people to walk side by side, leading into the deeper darkness of the alley.

Then, footsteps sounded.

The crisp, rhythmic sound of footsteps.

"Tap. Tap. Tap."

It was as if someone wearing hard-soled leather shoes was walking slowly and deliberately on the concrete ground.

A figure slowly emerged from the darkness.

He was wearing a black trench coat, the hem of which swayed gently with his steps.

He wasn't particularly tall, but standing there, he exuded an inexplicable sense of oppression, like a silent volcano, calm on the surface but churning with magma capable of incinerating everything beneath.

Beside him followed a large black dog.

The dog was entirely black, with glossy fur, and its eyes gleamed eerily in the darkness.

A man and a dog emerged from the darkness.

He was backlit, making it impossible to see his face.

Li Si's breath hitched.

Although he couldn't see the face clearly, he recognized the figure.

Just now, he was still keeping an eye on him.

Ji Zuo said.

The nemesis of Bureau 749 in Jinghai.

That legendary man whose hands were so black they could be squeezed to produce ink.

Li Si felt as if his heart had been squeezed tightly, almost stopping.

What happened?

How did he get discovered?

He didn't reveal any flaws at all!

His daily tracking routes are meticulously designed, never repeating, never following a pattern, and never getting within fifty meters of the target.

His disguise was also professional; he changed his clothes, hats, and accessories every day, and even deliberately adjusted his walking posture.

He made thorough preparations and considered all possible risks.

But why... why are they waiting for him here?

It was as if they already knew he would come here.

Li Si's mind raced as he tried to find the answer, but his mind was a mess and he couldn't think of anything.

Ji Zuodao approached.

He had a pink, strawberry-flavored lollipop dangling from his mouth, which looked completely out of place with his black trench coat and menacing aura.

He walked up to Li Si, stopped, tilted his head, and looked him up and down a few times, as if he were looking at a piece of merchandise that had just been picked up from a street stall.

Then, he pulled the lollipop out of his mouth with a crisp "pop".

Turning his head, Ji Zuodao looked at the monsters beside him who were eager to fight:

"Same as always. Set up an isolation array to prevent any sound from getting out. Give them a beating first to loosen their skin, and then we'll interrogate them slowly."

Looking at the savage smiles on the faces of those monsters, watching them move their wrists and twist their necks, and listening to the "crackling" sounds from their knuckles, Li Si felt his legs begin to go weak again.

He knew that if he fell into the hands of these people, he would probably have a hard time leaving this alley alive today.

No, it's certain we won't be able to get out.

He gritted his teeth and made a decision.

He knew that this day would come sooner or later.

People in their line of work are bound to get into trouble sooner or later; it's just a matter of time. So he had already hidden a poison sac in his mouth, in the gap between his back molars, and sealed it with wax.

With a single forceful bite, the venom sac ruptures, and the deadly poison enters the bloodstream within 0.3 seconds, killing the victim within 10 seconds.

No pain, no torment, clean and tidy, neat and efficient.

He glanced at Ji Zuodao, then gritted his teeth.

"Click."

With a soft sound, the venom sac ruptured.

A bitter liquid slid down his throat, followed by a burning sensation spreading from his chest.

It felt as if a fire was burning inside his internal organs.

His vision began to darken, a buzzing sound filled his ears, and his legs lost their strength, causing him to collapse limply to the ground.

He spat out a mouthful of black blood, which fell to the ground with a hissing sound and a wisp of smoke, corroding a small pit into the cement floor.

Li Si's body twitched twice, then stopped moving.

His eyes were still open, but his pupils had begun to dilate, and the breath of life was rapidly draining from his body.

Ji Zuodao raised an eyebrow.

He looked at the stiffening body on the ground, at the pool of black blood still emitting wisps of smoke, and a playful smile appeared on his lips.

"An assassin?"

He crouched down, extended two fingers, and checked Li Si's breath.

It's out of breath.

I touched his neck again, and his pulse had stopped.

Yeah, he died pretty thoroughly.

Most people, upon seeing their target commit suicide by poison, would probably give up.

What can you do if someone is dead? You can't just drag a dead person out and interrogate them, can you?

Ke Ji Zuodao is no ordinary person.